Sometimes

I look around for that voice I can’t hear,

I search and I search… into my mind,

I probe into the deep thoughts of my brain.

But that is the spot I can’t approach without fear,

sometimes.

I hunt for answers that I don’t believe,

I chase and I chase… into my emotions,

I scavenge the deep chambers of my heart.

But that is the area that I can’t address without grief,

sometimes.

I dig for that intuition I can’t ingest,

I forage and I forage… into my spirit,

I quest the deep wilderness of my soul.

But that is the realm that I can’t sustain without distress,

sometimes.

I quit searching, I quit probing,

I quit hunting, I quit chasing,

I quit scavenging, I quit foraging,

and I quit questing for me.

I’m letting sometimes turn to seldom, and seldom into never…

Sometimes.